In South America there is a tree, the juice of which is a nourishing milk; it is called the Cow Tree.
"A Catechism of Familiar Things; Their History, and the Events Which Led to Their Discovery" by Benziger Brothers
What a marvel that little patch of soil, absolutely milked by those busy foragers, and the extracts of it glowing in red beauty on the tree.
"Trees, Fruits and Flowers of Minnesota, 1916" by Various
Tell about drinking the milk under the acorn tree.
"Dotty Dimple at Her Grandmother's" by Sophie May
It's somehow made with the sap out of the palm-trees, with cocoa-nut milk and fruit juice.
"The Rajah of Dah" by George Manville Fenn
It came from behind a group of apple trees down the lane in the direction of the milking shed.
"Flamsted quarries" by Mary E. Waller
What most interested us were large logs of the Masseranduba, or milk-tree.
"The World's Greatest Books, Volume 19" by Various
Cattle cease to give milk and trees lose leaves on account of it.
"Folkways" by William Graham Sumner
For drink they had the mead that was made from the milk of the goat Heidrun, the goat that browsed on the leaves of the tree Laeradir.
"The Children of Odin" by Padraic Colum
Robbie's birthday passed off, and Elsie did serve the cake and milk under the alder-tree, after all.
"Little Folks" by Various
You could have the milk from the cocoa-nuts, and it would be pleasant climbing the tree, and you would not have to feed it.
"The Peterkin Papers" by Lucretia P Hale
Stingaree swept through the trees at a gallop, the milk-white mare flashing in the moonlit patches.
"Stingaree" by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
Pine, and fir, and tall spruce, every tree and shrub, in place of leaves, had assumed a dress of milk white feathers.
"Due West" by Maturin Murray Ballou
What tree gives milk?
"Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1" by Edward William Cole
Give me a drink from the tree Koumongoe, which has the best milk in the world.
"The Brown Fairy Book" by Andrew Lang
Happening to feel thirsty, she alighted, fastened the horse to a tree, and stepped into the house, to ask for a glass of milk.
"Henry of Ofterdingen: A Romance." by Friedrich von Hardenberg
He can live on a biscuit and a glass of milk a day if he is on the track of a fresh twig for our tree.
"The Hills of Refuge" by Will N. Harben
The milk which oozes from the tree stains of a deep black, which no ablution will remove.
"Antigua and the Antiguans, Volume II (of 2)" by Anonymous
Blankets they make from the wild cotton, which they dye brown; also bags for holding milk or water of the bark of the baobab and other trees.
"Twenty-Five Years in a Waggon in South Africa" by Andrew A. Anderson
The Orange-milk agaric chiefly affects the Scotch fir-tree, and is generally to be found beneath the drip of the branches around the tree.
"Mushroom Culture" by W. Robinson
She was a pretty, blond baby, with teeth as white as milk and eyes the brown of tree bark.
"Shaun O'Day of Ireland" by Madeline Brandeis
And the third said, “In the green time
I knew a loving tree
That gave a drink of the blood-red milk,
It was the Mulberry.”
"The Loving Tree" by John Shaw Neilson
Once I was ordinary:
Sat by my father's bean tree
Eating the fingers of wisdom.
The birds made milk.
When it thundered I hid under a flat stone.
"Maenad" by Sylvia Plath
'Once, passing by this very Tree,
'A Gotch of Milk I'd been to fill,
'You shoulder'd me; then laugh'd to see
'Me and my Gotch spin down the Hill'
"Richard And Kate: Or, Fair-Day" by Robert Bloomfield
She took me up in her milk-white hand,
And she straik'd me three times o'er her knee;
She chang'd me again to my ain proper shape,
And nae mair do I toddle about the tree.
"Alison Gross" by Andrew Lang
On Milk's gay banks a building fine
So fair and beautiful doth shine,
The spreading trees around it twine,
And blooming flowers;
The rising sun with beams divine,
Shines through their bowers.
"On The Death Of John Simpson, Castlemilk" by Susannah Hawkins
Who hath the breast whose milk doth passions nourish?
Whose grace is such that when it chides doth cherish?
To you, to you, all song of praise is due;
Only through you the tree of life doth flourish.
"Astrophel And Stella-First Song" by Sir Philip Sidney